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saintedmad
saintedmad 21 Jul 2017 Tag: mojo

A cygnus

white body, slender infinity, not yet human. i might be. i promise you, the palest existence will be angels and deaths. there are words and no words; killings. brief. sparkling, they sound like the silence does when it's loud. . . i have these hands. they look like...

saintedmad
saintedmad 27 Mar 2017 Tag: mojo

A slackjaw

.. the man with no hunger and some sunday girl without meat; standing. still. on the edge of a sinking front stoop, soaping bodies. collections. she is bound for dead. her hair a grey bruise. all the other voices are only god leaving her behind. she should be baptized at least....

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